Epistolary Stories: Day 20 of the Story A Day Challenge

Today’s prompt is to write a story through letters (or the equivalent). My day started out with big dreams of making this story a visual one, as it is getting late in the day, I’ve decided to keep it simple. So, dear reader, please imagine these as chats on your favorite chat program.


 

[[June 5, 2005]]

Hey, you there? How was Morocco?!

[[June 6, 2006]]

I know sometimes you go invisible, so just in case you are there, I wanted to say hi. I hope everything is okay and your trip was fabulous. I can’t WAIT to hear about it!

I miss you. Thailand is beautiful, but it’s a little worse for you not being here.

[[June 7, 2006]]

Finally done with my day. You there?

[[June 9, 2006]]

Hey, I’m starting to worry.

Can you just let me know that you’re okay?

(And by starting, I mean, I’m worrying. 😉 )

[[June 11, 2006]]

You there?

[[June 13, 2006]]

Hey.

[[June 15, 2006]]

hiya

[[June 19, 2006]]

ya there?

[[June 21, 2006]]

<<new salutation to check to see if you are online>>

[[June 24, 2006]]

Jax said she saw you the other day.

What is going on?

Can you just talk to me?

[[June 25, 2006]]

Look, you promised you would talk to me when…

Just talk to me. Please.

Please talk to me.

I am halfway across the world. I can’t just get on a plane and go face you right now.

This is why I made you promise. You have to talk to me.

[[June 29, 2006]]

I don’t understand. I just – Why are you doing this?

You just have to have one conversation with me.

Yeah, it sucks that it’s through chat, but

You just –

[[June 30, 2006]]

Remember when you said you didn’t want to ruin my trip?

That you wanted me to just go and have fun.

THIS IS RUINING MY TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!

I kept swearing I wouldn’t guild you.

*guilt

but this is just cruel. you are just being fucking cruel.

i’m crying you konw just sitting here crying. i cried last night. i’ve cried wiht my friends.

you know what i snot helpful when you are doing fucking research in someone else’s countyr:

THIS! THIS IS NOT HELPFUL.

fuck you. you can go fuck yourself.

[[August 4, 2006]]

Don’t invite her to my welcome back party.

Shit. Wrong window.

[[December 13, 2006]]

Back in the States.

If you ever wanna woman up and have an adult conversation about our (non)relationship,

let me know.

Shifting Perspectives: Day 19 of the Story A Day Challenge

Today’s prompt is to tell a story from shifting perspectives. I decided to move to a different story. This one is rather short (first day of work!), and captures a moment revolving around some unknown misunderstanding or difference of communication.


She texted her new friend for the … Actually, she wasn’t sure how many times she had texted. And called. She had her best friend text. A few times. She didn’t understand why the American girl didn’t text back or answer anymore. She had spent all day getting the tickets for the movie using her own money; she couldn’t give them back. She slumped down to the floor of her room, exhausted with frustration. Then she texted another time.

The phone went off. Again. Her friends were eyeing her from across the table. At least her phone was buzzing in the middle of the day rather than at two in the morning, when the feral dogs were particularly good at keeping her from sleeping if she happened to be awake. She couldn’t put it on silent; there was an important call for her research coming. Telling the girl she had shared an umbrella with to walk home one monsoon night how busy she was and that she couldn’t make the movie hadn’t worked. Asking her politely to stop calling and texting hadn’t worked. And when the guy had texted, a piece of her was suddenly violated and vulnerable. That was when she stopped answering at all. Do people here just offer their homes, movies, and constantly text after meeting someone on a rainy street once? Had she offended some cultural practice?

When the American explained the situation, she couldn’t believe that someone from her country was behaving this way. This was not normal, and the girl relaxed at that information. She took the phone and asked if the American would like her call the girl and make sure she stopped. They spoke the same language; it would be easy. She declined; she had already found the blocking function on the phone. These Westerners always doing indirectly what should be done directly. But she handed the phone back with a promise, should the American change her mind.